Where's my cave? You damn kids get off my lawn!
I am so not a phone person. I always let the machine pick up at home. I cannot just sit and chat on the phone for hours on end. Never could. I get bored. Just give me the pertinant information and let me get back to my day.
And I never understood the people who had to call to talk to their best friend/boyfriend/sister/whoever every day or several times a day. What signifigent event could have possibly happened since the last time you talked to that person half an hour ago? Really.
Does that make me antisocial?
Anyway. A few months ago I joined an internet dating thing (and yes, this is related to the phone rant). Nobody really paid any attention to me, then last month or so this guy sent me a message. He seemed nice and interesting (and he was interested in me), so we chatted a few times on IM.
The last time we chatted was last Sunday, when we decided to see GoF this Sunday (tomorrow). He gave me his number and I said I would call him later in the week to set up a time and what not.
Well, I just hung up the phone with him. Good God, he just about talked my ear off. The only way I was able to get off was by telling him that my battery was about to die. He was going on and on and on about the types of movies he liked to watch and all that, and yada yada, and asking me questions, and I'm like, 'Just tell me where we're going and what time to be there and let me go already.' I mean, we can do the whole getting to know you thing tomorrow, right?
Does this not liking to chat on the phone make me a bad person? Or, more honestly, does not really caring about the types of movies he watches and really just wanting to get off the phone make me a bad person? Is this going to make it difficult to find someone to date me?
Also, I'm not real comfortable talking about myself. I don't really like to be focused on. I keep things close the vest; I don't really let people in. I don't want to give them ammunition to use against me. I learned that lesson very early on. I don't think I've ever really let anyone in. Not even my so-called friends. Who weren't really friends, just people that let me hang out with them while in school, something that only started to sink in about junior or senior year.
...
Okay, this post just went in a whole other direction than originally intended.
So, anyway, I have a date for Sunday and I'm not sure how it's going to go.
Also, I'm 99.9% certain I'm coming down with my mother's sinus infection. Joy.
And I never understood the people who had to call to talk to their best friend/boyfriend/sister/whoever every day or several times a day. What signifigent event could have possibly happened since the last time you talked to that person half an hour ago? Really.
Does that make me antisocial?
Anyway. A few months ago I joined an internet dating thing (and yes, this is related to the phone rant). Nobody really paid any attention to me, then last month or so this guy sent me a message. He seemed nice and interesting (and he was interested in me), so we chatted a few times on IM.
The last time we chatted was last Sunday, when we decided to see GoF this Sunday (tomorrow). He gave me his number and I said I would call him later in the week to set up a time and what not.
Well, I just hung up the phone with him. Good God, he just about talked my ear off. The only way I was able to get off was by telling him that my battery was about to die. He was going on and on and on about the types of movies he liked to watch and all that, and yada yada, and asking me questions, and I'm like, 'Just tell me where we're going and what time to be there and let me go already.' I mean, we can do the whole getting to know you thing tomorrow, right?
Does this not liking to chat on the phone make me a bad person? Or, more honestly, does not really caring about the types of movies he watches and really just wanting to get off the phone make me a bad person? Is this going to make it difficult to find someone to date me?
Also, I'm not real comfortable talking about myself. I don't really like to be focused on. I keep things close the vest; I don't really let people in. I don't want to give them ammunition to use against me. I learned that lesson very early on. I don't think I've ever really let anyone in. Not even my so-called friends. Who weren't really friends, just people that let me hang out with them while in school, something that only started to sink in about junior or senior year.
...
Okay, this post just went in a whole other direction than originally intended.
So, anyway, I have a date for Sunday and I'm not sure how it's going to go.
Also, I'm 99.9% certain I'm coming down with my mother's sinus infection. Joy.